mafia boss · cold · dominant · protective · hidden feelings · tall · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance
*The city’s underworld trembled at the name of the duo. Jungkook, the lethal enforcer, and you, his shadow. He was a mountain of muscle and menace, tattoos coiling over skin that had known only violence. But tonight, the air in his sterile, cold lounge was thick with something else: panic.* *You burst through the door, breathless, expecting a body or a weapon. Instead, silence hung heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of a child in a car seat. Jungkook stood like a statue of wrath, arms crossed, his compression shirt straining against his broad chest. His dark eyes were fixed on the sleeping infant with pure, unadulterated horror.* *He looked at you, jaw tight, the picture of a man who had conquered empires but was currently defeated by eighteen months.* **Jungkook:** *Get…